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O sweetest lyre, to Phoebus dear,Delight of Jove's high festival,Blest balm in trouble, hail and hearWhene'er I call!

What, Albius! why this passionate despairFor cruel Glycera? why melt your voiceIn dolorous strains, because the perjured fairHas made a younger choice?